Novels by Midnight Writer

7.(JENNY'S POV)The chair was hard wood. My wrists were tied behind my back with rope so tight my fingers had gone numb. My ankles were tied to the chair legs. The basement smelled like mold, sweat, and old blood.They had torn my red gown. The left side was ripped open from my hip to my armpit. My bare thigh was exposed. My left breast had spilled out of the torn lace top. I couldn't cover myself. My hands were stuck behind me.My mouth was sealed with silver duct tape. Three layers of it. I could barely breathe through my nose.There were four of them. Three standing around me like they were looking at a piece of meat. One sitting on a crate cleaning a pistol.The one closest to me was bald with a gold tooth. He grinned. "Look at this. Luca's princess. All tied up with her tits hanging out."The other two laughed."I call first," said the skinny one with a snake tattoo on his neck. "After the boss gets his money, I mean."Gold Tooth shook his head. "Nah. I get first. I found her in

6.(LUCA'S POV)The gala music kept playing. People laughed and clinked champagne glasses. I stood there smiling at some asshole from the oil deal, but my eyes were already moving through the crowd.Five minutes turned into ten. Then fifteen. I excused myself mid-sentence and walked toward the restroom hallway. My shoes clicked on the marble floor. The hallway was empty. Too empty.I saw the blood first. Two of my guards lay crumpled on the ground near the private restroom door. Both had bullet holes in their heads. Clean shots. Professional.The restroom door was open. No Jenny.I pulled out my phone and called my head of security. “She’s gone. Two men down. Get everyone searching. Now.”My voice stayed calm. Inside, something cold and tight wrapped around my chest.---Twenty minutes later I was back in my office at the mansion. Five guards stood in front of my desk. All of them had that scared look men get when they know they failed me.I didn’t yell. Yelling was for amateurs.“Tel

5.(LUCA'S POV)I stood by the window, watching the driveway. My jaw was so tight it hurt. She actually tried to run. Jenny. My Jenny. After everything I gave her family, the clothes on her back, the fucking protection from every bastard who would love to hurt a girl like her.The door opened. Two of my men dragged her in. Her feet kicked. Her mouth screamed under a hand. Then they shoved her inside and the lock clicked.I turned around slowly."You really thought you could run from me?" I said. My voice came out calm. Too calm. I walked toward her. "After everything I've given you? The money to your family, the clothes, the protection?"She backed up until her ass hit the edge of my oak desk. Her hands gripped the wood. "Luca, please...."I didn't let her finish. I grabbed her throat. Not hard enough to choke. Hard enough to hold. I slammed her down onto the desk. Papers flew everywhere. Pens scattered on the floor. She gasped under my hand.My other hand grabbed the front of her dre

4. (JENNY'S POV) I pushed open the heavy bedroom door and stepped inside, my body still tense and my mind racing. The luxurious room felt suffocating. Luca was already there, leaning casually against the large window with his arms crossed over his bare, muscular chest. His dangerous eyes locked onto me the moment I entered, dark and possessive. “Tomorrow morning, one of my guards will take you shopping,” he said, his voice deep and commanding, leaving no room for argument. “You need dresses, lingerie, heels for the gala. But make no mistake, I will personally approve every single fucking piece. Nothing touches your body unless I say it does.” I stopped a few feet away, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The resentment boiled over. “Why the hell are you offering my family money if you wouldn’t hesitate to kill them the second I try to run away?” Luca’s lips curled into a slow, cruel smirk. He pushed off the window and stalked toward me, stopping so close I could fee

3.(JENNY'S POV)My body ached in ways I had never imagined possible. Every muscle screamed in protest as consciousness slowly dragged me back from the heavy, dreamless sleep. The silk sheets beneath me felt too soft, too luxurious for the prison they truly were. Luca’s heavy arm was still draped possessively over my waist, his warm, muscular chest pressed against my back. His breathing was deep and steady, but I knew better than to think the Don ever truly slept without one eye open.Last night’s events replayed in my mind with brutal clarity,the car, the savage fucking, the way he had eaten my pussy like a man claiming territory, the multiple times he had filled me until his cum leaked endlessly from my swollen folds. Shame burned hot across my skin. I hated how my body had responded, how it had betrayed me with shattering orgasms that left me sobbing and squirting like a broken whore. Yet even now, with his cock resting soft but still impressively thick against my ass, a treacherou

2.(JENNY'S POV)The heavy iron gates of Luca Rossi’s cliffside mansion clanged shut behind the SUV like the closing of a prison door. My body was still trembling violently in the aftermath of what he had done to me in the car. His thick cum continued to leak slowly from my sore, stretched pussy, coating my inner thighs in a sticky, humiliating mess. Every small movement made me acutely aware of how thoroughly he had ruined me already. Hatred burned hot in my chest, but underneath it simmered something darker shameful arousal that refused to die.Luca didn’t speak as his men dragged me out of the vehicle. My legs were weak, knees buckling, so one of them simply lifted me over his shoulder like a conquered prize. I didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. The cool night air kissed my exposed skin as my skirt remained bunched around my waist. We entered the mansion through a grand entrance flanked by armed guards who didn’t even glance at my half-naked, cum-stained state. They had see

Chapter 1*Elena*Maya opened the door before I even finished knocking. She pulled me into a hug.“Finally. I was starting to think you’d change your mind.”“My landlord already changed it for me,” I said. “He got new locks this morning.”She took my bag and led me inside. Dominic stood in the kitchen doorway with a glass of water. He nodded once.“Elena.”“Hi.”He turned and walked away. Maya rolled her eyes.“Ignore him. He’s been in a mood all week.”She showed me the guest room. White sheets. Empty desk. A window facing the street.“You can stay as long as you need,” she said. “No pressure.”I nodded. Three weeks earlier my boyfriend had cleaned out our account and left. The apartment followed. Maya was the only person I could turn to.That night I lay awake listening to the house. Around midnight I got up for water. As I passed their bedroom door I heard it.Maya’s voice, broken and loud.“Fuck me harder… yes… just like that—”The sound of skin slapping skin came next — steady, h

CHAPTER SIXLISAStill buried deep inside me on the study table, Mr. Calvin reaches up and grips the thin white crop top. The fabric tears with a sharp, final sound as he rips it straight down the middle. Cool air hits my bare skin. My heavy tits spill free, flushed and sensitive, nipples already tight from the earlier friction.He stares for a second, breathing hard.“Fuck, look at these,” he mutters. His voice is rough, almost reverent. He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The wet heat of his tongue makes my back arch. He flicks the peak, then grazes it with his teeth just enough to send a sharp spark of pleasure-pain straight between my legs. I gasp.“Mr. Calvin...ah”He switches to my other breast, sucking deeper, leaving it shiny and swollen. The wet sounds of his mouth on my skin fill the quiet room. Then he pulls almost all the way out of my pussy...slow enough that I feel every ridge of his cock dragging against my walls—before driving back in with

CHAPTER FIVELISAI lie in bed with my phone propped against a pillow, the screen glowing with the exact kind of porn that has lived in my head since the first session. A tall man in a button-down, sleeves rolled, fucking a girl across a desk. Her legs are open. His cock disappears inside her over and over. I slide my hand between my thighs and rub slow circles over my clit, already wet from memory alone.I picture Mr. Calvin instead of the actor. His deep voice. Those thick fingers. The way he looked at me when he told me I could have whatever I wanted if I passed. I push two fingers inside myself and fuck them in time with the video, but it isn’t enough. My cunt clenches around nothing solid. I need the real thing—long, thick, stretching me open on that same study table.I come with a frustrated whimper and still feel empty.The next afternoon I shower until my skin is flushed. I choose the skimpiest outfit I own: a pair of pale pink micro-shorts that disappear between my ass cheeks

CHAPTER FOURLISAI rush home the second the school bell rings, heart already racing. The memory of yesterday’s burning ass follows me up the stairs. I strip in the bathroom, step under the hot water, and scrub every inch of skin until I’m pink and clean. When I step out I dry off fast and dig through my drawers.I wore thick butt shorts this time—soft black cotton that clings to every curve of my ass and rides high on my hips. The tiny white top is worse. It dips so low that the upper halves of my tits spill over the neckline, soft and heavy, nipples already tight from the air. I want the padding of the shorts. I want less sting if he decides to put his hands on me again.I lean over the sink, swipe glossy red lipstick across my mouth, and mist vanilla perfume down my neck, between my breasts, and lower. The scent is sweet and heavy. It smells like an invitation.When I walk into the study he’s already there, standing by the whiteboard. He’s written a single line in black marker:Bal

CHAPTER THREELISAI stare at the fresh worksheet for a few seconds, heart already kicking harder against my ribs. The paper looks innocent enough—basic stoichiometry problems lined up in neat black print—but the air between us feels charged, thick, like the moment right before a storm breaks. I reach into the tiny pocket of my skirt and pull out the red lipgloss I always keep with me. The tube is warm from my body heat. I unscrew the top slowly, deliberately, watching him the whole time. His gray eyes stay locked on my face, unreadable. I glide the slick color over my bottom lip first, then the top, pressing them together with a soft, wet sound that feels louder than it should in the quiet room. A thin sheen of gloss catches the light. I drop the tube on the desk with a small click.“You stand there like you have a pussy,” I say, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Completely unaffected by this goddess you’re supposed to be tutoring.”Mr. Calvin doesn’t react. Not even a twitch. He

CHAPTER TWOLISAToday’s crop top is black and even shorter. It stops right under my tits so the soft undersides show every time I move. The skirt is denim this time, so tiny it barely covers the bottom of my ass. Still no panties. I made sure of that.Mr. Calvin is already seated behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, looking at a stack of worksheets. He glances up once when I come in. His eyes drop to my chest, linger on the way the fabric stretches, then settle on my face with that same cold, unimpressed expression.“Sit down,” he says.I drop into the chair across from him and immediately spread my knees a little wider than necessary. The cool air kisses the bare skin between my legs. I watch his jaw tighten.He slides a short quiz toward me. “Ten questions. No talking.”I pick up the pen and start writing nonsense again. After three minutes I get bored. Instead of answering, I flip the paper over and start drawing.First a man. Tall, broad shoulders, thick cock hanging heavy between